Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.